Because we continue to wait... and wait... and wait.
Did I already mention we are waiting?
But I digress...
Unfortunately, I don't really have fingerprints. If current events play out as they have in the past, I shall receive a letter next week stating that I must go to be re-re-fingerprinted because the experts couldn't read my first set of prints. Pray for me if I need to be re-re-re-fingerprinted because it's at that point that I usually lose my cool.
And here's why I lack fingerprints...
I call it my mummy stage, since I also sported bandages around my torso due to several cracked ribs. I especially love the knee socks... oh, and my daddy's corduroy jacket.
Even more embarrassing is the fact that I received severe burns on my hands after tripping on a small step and falling onto a kerosene heater. I was too distracted by an episode of - wait for it - Leave It To Beaver. The cracked ribs occurred several weeks later when I fell off the bleachers while watching a basketball game.
Yes, I know. Graceful, I ain't.
For more embarrassing childhood traumas, head over to Sincerely Fro Me To You at We Are That Family.
37 comments:
I broke my arm once while standing on a stool singing "I am 11 going on 12" at the top of my lungs. It was a take off of The Sound of Music's "I Am 16 going on 17." Sadly, my daughter has inherited my lack of grace as well.
I love your picture - oh so 70's!
Oh shoot. I am so sorry that that happened to you. Look at your little chipper self grinning for the picture. What a trooper you were.
Best of luck with the adoption.
I am sorry that they can not simply look at some medical history of your hands. I am also bewildered at how you were able to get long sleeves over your bandaged hands!
You just have lots of interesting stuff going on in your life, don't you? I cannot even imagine how "mafan" not having fingerprints is!!! Hang in there! Will be praying for some sense in the gov't as you get re-re-re- fingerprinted!
Ow! Now I understand why I was cautioned to be careful around the kerosene heater at my grands when I was little.... It's got to be frustrating knowing you'll get that letter as well. Well pray for the fingerprint miracle :)
OUCH! That must have hurt! Good luck with the fingerprints.
Good gravy I can't believe you have been waiting 27 months now.
I think I had those exact same knee socks!
That's so crazy you don't have fingerprints. I bet that really hurt. Ouch.
Hopefully the gov-ment folks will not make you come in for an extra visit. That would be very frustrating.
Ouch! both for your hands and the wait. It is so sad that the wait has gotten that long!
So...basically you were part of THAT family even as a child? It's a wonder someone didn't come to "check out" your parents after all that. I was literally waiting on DSS to show up to haul my kids away when we had broken fingers (slammed in the bathroom door) an injured foot (closet door) and gashed eye (ninja turtle kick to the face) all closely spaced.
I'm praying that your wait won't be too much longer!
I feel your pain... keep on waiting sister... our turns will get here... soon...
According to the government of Hong Kong, I don't have fingerprints, either. We spent 45 minutes trying to get my fingerprints scanned for my Hong Kong ID card...and it never worked.
Maybe we should be criminals together!
OUCH!! I hope you have some fingerprints when you are fingerprinted! Gee maybe you SHOULD have gone into a life of crine! (KIDDING) WOW, I hope it all works for you soon!!
Hope the adoption call comes soon for ya!
Ouch! Love the shoes, I had brown ones!
Sorry about this long wait...I can only imagine how tough that is!
BTW...I also have no fingerprints and have no idea why not...just let me know when you are ready to rob that bank...they will never be able to trace anything back to us. lol!
I'm sorry you don't have fingerprints. :)
Um, I'm also a little nervous looking at that photo. I mean you're all broken and stuff and now your dad has you dangerously close to a balcony...
I have fingerprint issues, too. Last time, after 2 3-hour drives to Atlanta for printing, we had to make yet another trip up for me to get a background check from the sheriff's department (in Atlanta, even though we could have gotten the same thing at our little podunk south GA sheriff's department, only on different letterhead) and swear the oath that I wasn't a criminal in front of the USCIS officer. And I have to mention that at this point, we already had our referral and TA's were starting to arrive--talk about a nervous wreck!
You look quite happy despite the pain you must have been in!
I truly hope your wait is over soon!
That is such a cute photo and I love your socks and red shoes.
Hope everything comes through for you on the adoption very soon!
Blessings!
Oh dear! You poor thing. Maybe someone should buy you a big bubble to roll around in....:-)
None of you have thought about the inability to pull up pants when you use the bathroon, or eat, or do any work in a Japanese kindergarten. She was like this for a month! Bless her Japanese teachers' hearts! They let her come to school every single day. Maybe they talked about me behind my back. I wouldn't know. I only knew how to say a few basic phrases. Oh well, hope the Leave it to Beaver episode was worth it!
Bless your heart! That sounds like quite an experience.
Oh no!!!!! You know you've been waiting too long when you need new fingerprints :( :( I'm so sorry!
We were afraid that would happen to us.
Sorry about the clumsiness too. That's my daughter. I'm just waiting for our 1st ER visit...
I clicked over from Heather's blog. Wow, I love your blog. Very cute lay-out. It really is very attractive. I think I'll be back to stalk you.
I admire you for being an adoptive parent. Your children are blessed. Talking of children---ohhhh, that picture of you as a child with injuries is giving me sympathetic pain.
Its a wonder I have finger prints. My sister was "roasting" marshmellows over the stove eye, and would not give me any, so I reached up onto the top and slapped my hand directly on the eye. I bet she felt real bad for not giving me a marshmellow.
Your poor little fingers!
Can I just say I love your shoes in that picture?
You poor thing, that must have been so painful!
Giggle. Giggle. Snort. Snort. Giggle. I'm so sorry, but that is the most hilarious thing I've read all day! I think you should be the Geek of The Week!! :) Oh, I meant to say, Sorry you had to go through such a traumatic event as a child. How awful that must have been for you.
Bless your heart. What a story and a sweet picture of you and your daddy. We'll be praying about your wait. God Bless!
Bless your heart! Tell your parents they can be 'grandfathered in' to my club, k?
That was quite a bad couple of weeks you had!
Hmmm...somehow I do not find it at all difficult to imagine you were accident-proned as a kid! What we, in the blogosphere, see now as irrespressible, must have really been a handful for your poor mother back then!
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WOW! You would make a good cat burglar.
oh my goodness! I can't believe you hurt yourself so seriously 2x so close together!
Paperwork venting is something we all have to do to get through it. UGH. Why can't they just keep on file no fp. wouldn't that be easier for them??? Why do they make things so hard on themsleves much less us!
I don't think you were a reader of my blog a few months ago but we had to go all the way to our USCIS office a 3 hour trip, be there at 8AM for Chloe's citizenship ceremony; just to be told "oh we messed up we should have just mailed it to you." But heck now that you are here, sit through this 3 hour ceremony with your 3 young children and let us torture you.;)
Yikes! that sounds like me nowadays.
Hopefully you got thru your graceful stage as a youngin' and things like that won't be happening to you anymore.
I like reading your blog.
Hang in there on the wait ~ you're in the homestretch!!
Ada
Don't feel bad, you're not the only clumsy one. Let's just say that I've broken my arm three times. No, I don't want to elaborate ...
Hang in there on waiting for your adoption. 27 months is a long time, but I had to wait 10 years to overcome infertility. I have a friend that had her first baby at 20 years of marriage. So, it's still great when you finally get that little one!
Ouch!! And who would have thought that would come back to haunt you years later... when you're fingerprinting for an adoption!
27 months down... hopefully not too many more to go...
I seriously cannot believe that it has been 27 months. I'm so sorry the wait is so long. I bet you only have about 3 to 4 more.
Ouch on the broken ribs and the burn. I was never graceful.
The socks, rock. And BTW I may have had those same maryjanes
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